Lyrics Buss It - Guvna B, Beleaf, Isaac Borquaye

Buss It

Still bussin' it
Mic check, 1, 2, still touchin' it
Man I pull up to the set with a and a Bible still clutchin' it
Eight years and I still hard
still write bars
Who else can rise from the dead?
Who else can pay the price on my head and still make art?
Straight up
Proper, straight up
Man I gotta set pace
Wake up
, lyrical
Got me spittin' them bars for the speaker
Nevertheless, I still roll with the preacher
He taught me about Jesus
And now I got my mojo back, I turn the page, I got over that
They told me God ain’t real, well somebody tell my that
on the block with a mandem
But He saved my soul, I gotta thank Him
I was a wretched sinner, but raised to be a winner so when I say
Buss the Lords prayer
Cross in the air
Bible and Read
Sow some Seed
Souls on scene
You’re about to buss it, buss it
I said buss it, buss it (hey)
Buss it, buss it, boy
I said buss it, buss it
We gotta thank God for the progress
And I ain’t saying I ain’t never seen no stress